tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post8153260526255545821..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Truth GameUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-44092165709131525702012-09-17T08:39:47.389-07:002012-09-17T08:39:47.389-07:00I was greatly moved by the way, when, after five m...I was greatly moved by the way, when, after five minutes or so, the lyric of the song begins, and everyone in the large open-air amphitheatre, swaying along with the music, joins Marcel K in voicing these words they all know so well (unimaginable that a young Western audience would show similar respect for the poetry of their culture -- or that such poetry would in any case deserve or command such respect) -- and all of this with dignity and gravity, no screaming, no orange headed metal spider punks flaming out of their minds.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-13858875352606411362012-09-17T07:10:36.172-07:002012-09-17T07:10:36.172-07:00"not wanting to be found"...yes!"not wanting to be found"...yes!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-18646320637261729802012-09-17T02:03:34.863-07:002012-09-17T02:03:34.863-07:00I have to believe that Darwish's light and the...I have to believe that Darwish's light and the light here amidst the virtual dark of idiot chatter will last longer than the miserly dayglo moments we're prescribed.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-81663137896281231282012-09-17T01:53:43.111-07:002012-09-17T01:53:43.111-07:00I stand reproved, TC. The Khalifa/Darwish links ar...I stand reproved, TC. The Khalifa/Darwish links are beautiful and illuminating. It's terrible how the rifle demarcate the field of speech, sometimes cutting through and mutilating.<br />Darwish lets a real hope, if bittersweet, show. It's hard to hold the taste of honey on the lips in such a situation. The memory, then.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-79147758125331740062012-09-16T16:50:22.209-07:002012-09-16T16:50:22.209-07:00I clicked
heard the moon
sing. Sad.
Painful push
...I clicked<br />heard the moon<br />sing. Sad.<br />Painful push<br />through the long night.<br /><br />To the crowd<br />for the crowd.<br /><br />So much change<br />single phrase<br />rolls over stones<br />boulders<br />pushes them away<br /><br />the throat<br />liquid<br />speaks true <br />with the help <br />of wood.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-6073196008064412702012-09-16T12:45:08.708-07:002012-09-16T12:45:08.708-07:00In case anybody's interested...
Here is the t...In case anybody's interested...<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/mahmoud-darwish-rita-and-rifle.html" rel="nofollow">Here</a> is the text of Darwish's great poem.<br /><br />I thought to put up that link earlier, but then thought, no -- if I do that, nobody will bother to click on the equally great Marcel Khalifa link.<br /><br />But nobody clicked on the Marcel Khalifa link anyway.<br /><br />There are stars in the universe that will have died long before their light ever reaches us, here in our cave, where the flickering shadows on the wall spell out whatever we want them to spell out this week.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-31338261016933510442012-09-16T08:17:05.363-07:002012-09-16T08:17:05.363-07:00The expression of anger among a people is merely o...The expression of anger among a people is merely one of the possible expressions of a people. Sorrow, mourning, sadness, longing, courage, hope might also find expression in a truthful language. It doesn't mean a thing until everybody feels it together.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJIT1ItvO6o&feature=related" rel="nofollow">Marcel Khalifa performs Rita and the Rifle by Mahmoud Darwish</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-11699582317966031852012-09-16T04:23:20.637-07:002012-09-16T04:23:20.637-07:00I've been up most of the night thinking about ...I've been up most of the night thinking about these recent events and then thought to look here. I can also vouch for the fact that the mind is ever boggled; no respite. Yesterday we enjoyed a fine day in Manhattan trying to do something elevating. I'm glad we did, but it still felt hollow at the core all the time and I'm trying to get to the center of it without much success. With the sole exception of the things I've read here, nothing else I've read has been of much use. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-87836012587560869602012-09-15T21:29:58.506-07:002012-09-15T21:29:58.506-07:00stimulus generalization a concept
from psychiatry....stimulus generalization a concept<br />from psychiatry.<br />some people are very easily and<br />beyond all reason, aroused,<br />by a small or perhaps even an unrelated<br />event.Elmo St. Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588245143022651357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-43821821420444565742012-09-15T15:56:59.152-07:002012-09-15T15:56:59.152-07:00"The words have given up on us" "We..."The words have given up on us" "We can't explain"<br /><br />Children know they're in the game, even when wholly lost in the performance. Nevertheless, there comes the moment when play freezes; they feel the calling to account and look to each other fearfully.<br /><br />Having to have the joke spelt out, God help us; here's no worse business. The language games audited, turned dead measurable...<br /><br />No wonder the words are in flight<br /><br />Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-89520520749537017742012-09-15T15:54:23.365-07:002012-09-15T15:54:23.365-07:00http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tU1stt0okdM&fea...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tU1stt0okdM&feature=BFa&list=AL94UKMTqg-9AUJdqfLbbKKTPskvU2_GNq<br />Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-57460220465448460492012-09-15T15:24:25.871-07:002012-09-15T15:24:25.871-07:00 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwE5gfZlMZY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwE5gfZlMZY<br /><br /><br />Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-81559960723430865072012-09-15T14:57:30.818-07:002012-09-15T14:57:30.818-07:00I think they have some extra words
at the L=A=N=G=...I think they have some extra words<br />at the L=A=N=G=<br />you-get-the-picture<br />school<br />I won't spell it out<br />for you again.<br />You could check out<br />words<br />from the library<br />two week intervals<br />are allowed. The first card<br />free<br />after that<br />if you lose it<br />the r<br />drops out <br />costs <br /> dollars.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-30554015673815048382012-09-15T14:42:06.291-07:002012-09-15T14:42:06.291-07:00In the Truth Game
there is also the Dare
if you ta...In the Truth Game<br />there is also the Dare<br />if you take it<br />you could die<br /><br />tangled<br />forgotten<br />in the leaves<br />the drying grasses<br />where the buffalo once<br /><br />sunflowers marked the way<br />villages with lots growing<br />at the edges of the vast<br />American Savannah<br /><br />how now brown cow?<br />Which way went the winged<br />whip-poor-will?Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-82407084984112745292012-09-15T14:32:45.218-07:002012-09-15T14:32:45.218-07:00"playing in those woods,
reading the world&qu..."playing in those woods,<br />reading the world"<br />(Hazen Robert Walker)<br />hug a tree<br />cheek scratchy<br />against the bark<br />listen<br />words<br />to what it says<br />in the language<br />of reach each<br />leaf.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-13320301140406583792012-09-15T13:26:11.607-07:002012-09-15T13:26:11.607-07:00I don't find the words
rely on substitutes
unt...I don't find the words<br />rely on substitutes<br />until they say<br />what I need them to say.<br /><br />I will stand here and lie<br />if my life depends on it<br />many times before.<br />Teachers.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-57907279181364522022012-09-15T13:20:48.951-07:002012-09-15T13:20:48.951-07:00Do they call out his name
all in the name
of
the ...Do they call out his name<br />all in the name <br />of<br />the game they are playing<br />before jumping off the cliff<br />into the ditch<br />to escape at the last<br />possible <br />minute<br /><br />Geronimo!<br /> cry<br />as the soldiers come near<br />with other technologies<br /><br />in the war<br />against ordinary<br />men, women, children<br /><br />in their quest<br />to reach some sort<br />of border<br />that did not<br />does not <br />exist<br />in this dimension<br />or time-space<br />as the hippies say.<br /><br />When I was fifteen<br />we lived across the vale<br />from a castle. Our house<br />was my aunt and uncle's place.<br />Everything had its own spot<br />own personality. If you made<br />a misstep<br />a hedgehog could be crushed<br />by accident. The desert<br />also like this. Simile<br />metaphor what have you?Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-3031808470890369582012-09-15T12:58:49.244-07:002012-09-15T12:58:49.244-07:00Here things make a little more sense
here words do...Here things make a little more sense<br />here words don’t give up <br />here we play the game <br />of words seeking meaning.<br /><br />There I am in John Vachon’s photo<br />behind that tree<br />playing in those woods,<br />reading the world.<br /><br />Thanks Tom, for your poem and for a place to play the truth game.Hazenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13417573435195561519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-41399954541759738332012-09-15T12:55:27.351-07:002012-09-15T12:55:27.351-07:00Mention the M-word here capital M
some-how some-wh...Mention the M-word here capital M<br />some-how some-where<br />topsy-turvy anger wakes<br />from deep oily sleep<br /><br />explode not the right word.<br /><br />Try rounding up <br />their <br />leader<br />make him grow pumpkins<br />big ones<br />solve<br />impossible equations<br />by force<br />when it doesn't figure<br /><br />easily shape shifters<br />just one or two past <br /> dry, preserved, ancient<br />tipping point<br />nobody has named<br />saturation<br />to the nth power.<br /><br />Send some mummies<br />to do the dirty work.<br />Use their stealth<br />their desperation<br />oath.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-66436957565315213462012-09-15T09:30:50.873-07:002012-09-15T09:30:50.873-07:00So much these days passes not only through Bolaño’...So much these days passes not only through Bolaño’s filter of words, but also through a constantly breaking wave of images, a tsunami of pictures both moving and still, that are all too real and convincing. Words have become inadequate rather than ‘conveniently equal to our fear.’ Words grow inadequate to express what we feel—and we’re not sure what we feel. The mind is ever-boggled. No respite. Too many WTF moments. The organism defaults to the reptile brain when survival is uncertain. Not that we’re all paralyzed by fear, or have let ourselves get completely sucked into a quicksand of despond and free-floating anxiety; we see too much—are shown so much—that we can’t get our heads around what we’re feeling. It’s not just the wretchedness of the data, the info, it’s that we’re subjects of a constant water boarding of data. El mal adentro, in Bolaño’s estimation, becomes, unintelligible.Hazenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13417573435195561519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-79403404535486880112012-09-15T07:28:05.166-07:002012-09-15T07:28:05.166-07:00Tom,
"words having been hiding away all thos...Tom,<br /><br />"words having been hiding away all those years"<br /><br />9.15<br /><br />light coming into fog against invisible<br />top of ridge, silhouette of pine branch<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> forgetting still, then what<br /> forgotten would occur<br /><br /> “representing,” paired with,<br /> in relation to beside<br /><br />whiteness of sun in clouds above ridge,<br />shadowed green pine on tip of sandspit<br />STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.com